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Charming conversations we have
Mom calls me, from work, in the middle of an exam I broke my head studying for. Fortunately my cell is on manner mode and nobody has to notice but me. I call her back an hour later (getting put on hold three times when other calls came in or when she had to make like she wasn't making personal calls on company time) and this is literally the conversation we have.
Mom: Have you contacted financial aid yet?
Me: Well, I thought about it, and I really don't know what I'm supposed to ASK them. I mean, I applied for financial aid the way I always do, I applied for scholarships the way I always do, and I've got the forms to apply for fellowships and assistantships and such already. So what would be the point of going down there?
Mom: Well, if you ask ME, YOU have to stop sitting around waiting for the questions to just come to you like some sort of epiphany, go down there, and ask them.
Me: But I don't HAVE ANY QUESTIONS. My financial needs are as well covered as they CAN BE. I don't NEED TO GO THERE. YOU'RE the one who wants me to go there.
Mom: *talking over me* You need to get your act together and actually take some action or you're never going to be able to pay for grad school.
Me: What are they going to do, give me a sack of gold coins?
Mom: Have you contacted financial aid yet?
Me: Well, I thought about it, and I really don't know what I'm supposed to ASK them. I mean, I applied for financial aid the way I always do, I applied for scholarships the way I always do, and I've got the forms to apply for fellowships and assistantships and such already. So what would be the point of going down there?
Mom: Well, if you ask ME, YOU have to stop sitting around waiting for the questions to just come to you like some sort of epiphany, go down there, and ask them.
Me: But I don't HAVE ANY QUESTIONS. My financial needs are as well covered as they CAN BE. I don't NEED TO GO THERE. YOU'RE the one who wants me to go there.
Mom: *talking over me* You need to get your act together and actually take some action or you're never going to be able to pay for grad school.
Me: What are they going to do, give me a sack of gold coins?